Essay On Being A Camera

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'' Say cheese'' John, my master, a professional photographer proclaims as he turns me from left to right trying to capture the perfect picture of the Jones family. It is a beautiful, warm Saturday afternoon at the Bonza Bay beach, clear skies and a refreshing sea breeze in our midst, yet another day of nothing but photo-shoots You're probably wondering if I don't ever get bored from doing the same thing each and everyday...Well, in all honesty, being a camera is a lot more interesting than it may seem. Despite the fact that it's a non-paying job and that I'm practically doing forced labor, taking pictures is what I was created for. It has its perks and its flaws, I get to see and hear everything. There's hidden secrets behind every shot, it's not always what it seems to be. I am no ordinary camera, I have the ability to turn a nightmare photo into a beautiful everlasting memory by adding a…show more content…
It's been two years since John bought me from Hi-Fi corporation, inserted rechargeable batteries and gave me life. He's never let me leave his side since, but today for the strangest reason, he put me on top of the kitchen table and stormed out the kitchen door. This makes no sense at all, I am his companion, he never leaves me, and I mean, never... I think I'm about to have a heart attack, in camera language I'm slowly running out of film and blacking out. Should I scream now or later? Maybe John has found a new love, but that's not possible, he's been single all his life. Could it be that he wants to find me a partner? Him and I are partners, no side clicks or 'in-betweens'- or wait...., I hear the car keys, but hold on, it's not him, It's mother dearest, how odd that she shows up at this time. I guess it's that time of the year where her photo needs to be taken for a portrait. Well, one can only wait and see until John arrives, and boy am I angry at him, he didn't even clean

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